On a pole in the wind this tells you direction, Or do this away for your financial protection, Laundry day often shows at least one has gone south, Wag your tongue flippantly and get it square in the mouth.

I bring out everyone’s competitive side, one icy handful at a time.

You set me at night knowing I'll torture you in the morning. You still need me. What am I?

Wobble and jiggle, a dance on your plate, in colors so bright, it eagerly waits. Squish in your mouth, sweet delight's embrace.

I hold the sands of time, quite literally.